Zhou Yizi stretched out his slender fingers and dipped a few drops of tea in the palm of his hand, Yun Dantian's true qi passed through the yin capital, and then transformed the yang qi into the yin and soft true qi through the ruler Ze, gathered the hand Taiyin lung meridian, and the tea in the palm has condensed into sharp ice!

"Ouch~~" I heard a wail!

"Who is the sneak attack on Lao Tzu? Have the courage to come out for me!" Before everyone could react, they saw that the hands of the Martial Saint of the Western Regions who were choking Zhang Zhishan's throat had already had a few more holes, and the blood on the back of his hands flowed, and Zhang Zhishan took the opportunity to escape with a jump.

Li Qingfeng trembled and held his hands on Senior Brother Zhishan and said: "It's Senior Brother who is useless, he actually let you be poisoned by the other party, this Senior Brother Qiu will definitely help you take revenge, go back to the Qing Sect to recuperate your injuries first!"

"Senior Brother Qingfeng, I am now a wasted person, how can I still have the face to meet the master and his old man? You let me die with this wicked man, don't let me live in this world and suffer!" Zhang Zhizhi said disheartenedly.

The Martial Saint of the Western Regions was injured on the back of his hand, but he looked around and found no sneak attacker, and even the hidden weapon that hit the back of his hand could not be found. Thinking about it, there are people in this small tea shop, such as the Bashan Sword Sect and the Qing Sect, which makes the people of the hidden weapons fast, but they will not slip away under their noses!

At that moment, he tore off a strand of sleeves, bandaged the back of his injured hand, and said, "Which hero made a move just now?" Since he saved the disciples of the Shangqing Sect, why don't you want to nod and show up, so that the martial saint can see it!"

Zhou Yizi laughed when he heard this: "I can't be called a hero, this girl just saw the injustice and helped, but your dress is also very interesting!" After speaking, he still looked up and down at the Western Regions Martial Saint Zhou.

Seeing that Zhou Yizi was delicate and refined, the martial saint of the Western Regions smiled and said: "Which martial arts hero should I be, it turned out to be a little beauty, it is rare for you to be young but have such skills, if you consider being my little lady, you can no longer care about the right talent, otherwise ......" After finishing the words, there was a burst of smirk!

Zhou Yizi heard that his face showed shame and anger, and he said angrily: "Hmph~ What else?, the Martial Saint of the Western Regions, you have done a lot of evil, today I will remove a harm for the people in the martial arts!"

Seeing that the other party's fingers moved slightly, the martial saint of the Western Regions was alert, and saw countless hidden weapons coming, and the figure shook at the moment to avoid the hidden weapons, Zhou Yizi picked up the bamboo chopsticks on the table, and all the internal forces shot out!

Puff ~ Puff ~ A few muffled sounds, the body of the Western Regions Martial Saint was as light as a swallow, and he had already leapt to avoid it, but he saw that the bamboo chopsticks were embedded in the wall pillar for more than a few inches.

The Martial Saint of the Western Regions pondered that the other party made the hidden weapon finger power extraordinary, and he didn't dare to slack off, and at the moment his foot strength accelerated, he saw that the figures overlapped, flickering left and right, and the footprints were difficult to find, and Zhou Yizi naturally couldn't hurt the other party when he launched the hidden weapon.

Zhou Yizi said in his heart that this kind of martial arts is really bizarre, and while thinking about it, he heard Li Qingfeng shouting!

"Girl, beware, this is the unique martial arts phantom technique and phantom palm of the Western Regions Martial Saint!"

The person who spoke was none other than Li Qingfeng of the Shangqing Sect, and as soon as the words fell, Zhou Yizi felt that there were countless palms around his body, and the momentum was like a broken bamboo, and he immediately felt a suffocation in his chest! The envoy of the Martial Saint of the Western Regions was the phantom palm, and there was both reality and fiction in the palm, and the palm momentum was erratic, as if there were several palms of both hands, making it difficult for the opponent to resist!

Zhou Yizi saw that the siege was extremely powerful, and at this time, it was like being caught in a hurricane whirlpool, and there was nowhere to hide!

At the time of urgency, Zhou Yizi held the shawl in his hand, and a true force was instilled, and the shawl flew and lingered, like a silver snake advancing and retreating freely, both offensive and defensive.

The Martial Saint of the Western Regions struck the palm on the soft ribbon, it was like hitting in the sea, and the palm power disappeared, so dozens of rounds of attacks failed, so he stopped, and the Martial Saint of the Western Regions smiled: "The little beauty's martial arts are really good, presumably my father must be a well-known figure in the martial arts, maybe the Martial Saint will not be embarrassed by you in front of Ling Zun!"

Zhou Yizi thought to himself that the life and death of your senior brother Western Regions Poison Saint in my father-in-law's body are uncertain, and this hatred is not shared!

Just as he was about to say about the poisoning, he then thought about it, "Everyone in the martial arts thinks that my father-in-law is the big devil of the cult, and two years ago, my father-in-law killed the wife of Liu Chongyun, the head of the Bashan Sword Sect, and seriously injured the leader of the Upper Qing Sect, Xuanji Daoren! If you let everyone here know that I am the leader of the White Lotus Sect, I will inevitably be entangled, and I am afraid that it will be even more difficult to find the whereabouts of the Poison Saint in the Western Regions." ”

Zhou Yizi looked calm and said indifferently: "My father often warned me that the two saints of the Western Regions in this martial arts have done a lot of evil in their lives, treacherous and vicious, if I encounter them, I must take the lives of these two dogs, and I will do a good thing for the martial arts!"

Everyone present was in an uproar when they heard Zhou Yizi say this, and the Martial Saint of the Western Regions couldn't help but wonder who this woman was, and dared to say such nonsense!

Leisurely, there was a crisp sound of knocking bamboo sticks, but I saw an unkempt, hunched old beggar with a long beard and tattered clothes knocking and knocking in.

"Good deeds, all the guest officers, have mercy on me, the man who is about to rot!"

After the old beggar finished speaking, he walked to the people present one by one, Li Qingfeng stretched out his hand and took out a few taels of silver to give alms, and the old beggar said: "The young man is really chivalrous and benevolent, although your friend is seriously injured, but God has the virtue of a good life, and he will naturally favor him!"

After speaking, he walked to the Bashan Sword Sect Liu Chongyunzao, Liu Qingqing gave a few taels of silver to the past, and the old beggar also said the same blessing. Zhou Yizi smiled: "I haven't given alms yet, old man!" The old beggar said: "Don't worry, I will accept the guest officer's first!"

Walking straight to the Western Regions Martial Saint, the Western Regions Martial Saint saw that everyone in the martial arts had been politely giving alms today, and immediately stretched out his hand to give all the silver in his pocket! The old beggar received the silver and did not leave, still reaching out to beg, the Western Regions Martial Saint said: "I have already given you all the silver, why don't you leave?" The old beggar smiled and said: "This guest officer is different from several others, he should need to give more charity!" The Western Regions Martial Saint smiled: "What's the difference?"

The old beggar said: "The killing of the guest officer is too heavy, and he must do a lot of good deeds to get a good end!" The Martial Saint of the Western Regions was furious, and he stretched out his hand to strike with a palm, and the palm was fast and strong, as fast as a snake and leopard attack!

"Ouch~" The old beggar let out a wail, then looked up to the sky and fell on his heels, and then stood up casually and said: "Young man, if you don't show mercy to your subordinates, the old man's life will go to see King Yama!"

The Martial Saint of the Western Regions showed a look of surprise on his face, and said in his heart, "Just now, that palm has used eight successful powers, and it obviously hit the other party, this old beggar is actually nothing, could it be that he is a master of the hidden world of the rivers and lakes!"

The crowd was also puzzled, if the palm had not hit the old beggar just now, then how could he fall?

The old beggar smiled and said: "The old man has offended this guest officer today, so it's better to leave quickly, otherwise this old life will not be saved!" After speaking, he walked away, but the steps were light and vigorous, and he did not look like an old man who was about to rot!

The martial saint of the Western Regions thought for a while~ In his memory, he seemed to have seen this old beggar somewhere, and said in his heart, "Could it be that he is ......" and immediately shouted: "The old beggar is leaving!" Before the words fell, he had already used light skills to chase him out.

Li Qingfeng had already seen that this old beggar was by no means an ordinary person in the rivers and lakes, and he was very familiar, but who was he? But at the moment, he was not allowed to think about it, Senior Brother Zhi was seriously injured and had to recuperate, and the two of them left with their swords!

Liu Chongyun and his party from the Bashan Sword Sect also left on their own, and only Zhou Yizi was left sitting alone in the tea shop, pondering, "The Martial Saint of the Western Regions is still in Maozhou City, as long as the Poison Saint of the Western Regions does not define the five-color bone powder and the antidote in the father's office, it is easier than going to the Wuyue Sword Sect to find the thousand-year-old ice leech!"

Thinking about it so far, he has been running in the direction of the departure of the Martial Saint of the Western Regions~